San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-01-06
CHAPTER III.

she remembers that she mas roses To
gather for the dodgers room. lie is
coming that day. and she does not like
the idea of it. True. the money will be
useful TO her father; but sine does not
know what home will be like with
stranger in il. The stranger is To have
the pretty little drawing-roOm,-her
pride and delight,-a room that smells
always of roses and lavender, with long
French windows that open into sweet
old-fashioned garden. That drawing
room was the cherished delight of Mrs.
Vaughan's heart; no other farmhouse
either far or near had such room.
BEST pariors. "--even dining rooms"
in use are too rare; but no other farm
er's wife had a drawing-roOm in that
part of the country. II was srch pref
ty room, too, with deep green carpet
that looked like moss, pretty light
chairs. long white lace curtains. and an
abundance of flowers: few water-cOl-
ors on the walls. and few books. That
was all; but the room was very pretty,
and one could see every sweet O!d-taSh-
Toned flower hatbloOmpd in the garden.
The bedroom let with il was a large.
old-fashiOned, airy room, with roses
climbing all about the window-paneS.
and great bOw-pots of dried lavender on
the mantelpiece.
Everything was clean and bright us
human hands could make it; only one
thing was left to do before Eric st. John
appeared, that was to ill the old-fash-
toned china vases in the drawing-roOm
with roses,
do not forget the flowers, Ruti."
said Mrs. Vaughan, nothing makes a
room look so hOmelike and cheerful rs
plenty of flowers.
SO that now the pretty pigeons were
disposed of she must attend to that. Co
ing into the garden with pair Of Scis-
sors and basket she found that Iau-
renee had not gone home as she thought.
but was waiting for her there.
Il could not 90 until had said COOL
morning. Miss Vaughan" he said and
Ruth laughed,
1T must be very important she re-
piled, considering that you are sure to
be back this afternoon or tonight
And what shall come for" he ask
ed.
"Speckled eggs, Or
Then the words died suddenly. for
they both heard the sound of carriage
wheels in the stone courtyard.
That is our ledger, and the roses are
notready," said Ruth. Il must be quick.
You must 90, Laurence. | told You our
lodger was coming this morning.
Only short TIM longer" thought
Laurence, as he vaultPd lightly over the
low hedge, "anl my beautiful love shall
be able to do without dodgers. How
hate the thought Of it.
No thought Of the lOdger himself dis
tmbed him. He naturally supposed
that the lOd@er would be an elderly
man, very tiresOme and very cross. just
recovering from long illness, and he
pitied the fair, bright g;rl who would
have to wait upon him. His face burn
ed, too, as he thought of the indignity
of this wife who was to be waiting
uwOn ledger. II would soon be over;
but, all me, if he had known all he
would have wished that she might have
died there amongst the roses; it would
have been so much better for her. Quick
as she was, Ruth found herself too late.
When she reached the drawing-rOOm
with the basket of white and crimson
roses in her hand, he was there.
She saw tall figure standing against
the wide9pen window, and she saw;
poor chllu one Oh tlle most DGautilul
races ever given 10 man, turned 10 her
WIN sllllieI Slhlle tllat GaZ@d h"r as
tle llghI OF tle sun AT MONDAY had ever
uoli6;
Inc doudeSS flOra, salu laugh
ing voice, weak anu RANT, despite the
lauSilter.
peg your pardon, SAID ruth, adj
Yanclng D0ldiy INTO the room, my
mother wished me 10 place THESE flowers
IN the room before you came. She SAID
II W9nid MAKE AK II LOOK more money,
SHADES OF Lazy May carleton, he
mIrmured to himself, and she had not
'ie YalncGSt o i1ea % lS.i ne meant, ~
sensible" he replied; there is nothing
50 P5easaliI as mowers IN room. In
Except, she added; prlghtly, now
ers out OF a room. l like them in the
g4Tden pest.
Ihen She realized tile Iact that they
were sun looking AT each oIher; Iher
eyes liau met wlleh sue TTsC entered the
room, ana Ihey were stlll looking one at
tile 0ther.
Inc most beautiful race ever gwen
70 man, was tiie IhOught IuaU nrSt Went
through her hlIld' ana She never saw
y 'auty in any other. ID vas N effort
t.. look away from him.
1t was face that iOHi have been
labelled Beware, for no woman look
ed at 1t without loving ii. Dark, beauti-
fUl, proud, vet with tenlrr light about
the handsome mouth and a tender light
in the ardent eyes. He seemed even
with one glance Of his to absorb her
whole Ee2rt and soul as the sun drinks
up one drop of dew.
Il beg pardon" he said. almost alb
ruptly. Am in the way? | should
go to my room, but | am tired and
weak